It's murda, ha ha ha
It's murda, we back up in this muthaf**a
It's murda
Y'all know who we be
(Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' from the back of BET either n***a)
My n***a Fatal on tha muthaf**in' ones and twos
Holla back you b**h a** n***az
Yo, co*ks**a', I get squat and post and co*ked tha nina'
In tha five series Beamer, dump and lean ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black madina's
Take crazy for genius
Hated like Jesus Christ
My weakness always been bad b**hes and new bills with creases
My thesis more than extraordinary
And that n***a that got shot nine times
Can tell ya that I don't give a f**, I don't give a f**
God may I ask yo' permission to take his life
This is your man be I N C to R U L E extraordinary, one for tha ages
When done sawed off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat, to send you and fem where yo mom's at
Motherf**a you hear that?
And I ain't talkin' about them heavenly skies
I'm talkin' fire from nines
Or maybe the fifty cal 'cause you like five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low
You b**h made, and I heard about that b**h
You be slayin' layin' up with, some where off of Sunset
Y'all haven't heard yet that n***a change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got proof
Yo vest is no use when we co*k and flame
It's Murda, murda incorporated
It's Murda, yeah
Hussein Fatal n***a
It's Murda, muthaf**as
Rule these n***as crazy, reppin' him without me
A.I ain't in tha click, believe they won't win without me
Yo, I'm small lil' homies, frail but bold
Went from base to some bullsh** like Jalen Rose
Got my blind D O G's readin' brail and coats
Keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's cold
Clean my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw shots n***as catch like Wayne Cherbet
Son of a gangsta, talk dirty son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha truth with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only reason hoes chase tha thugs
n***a Blade Part Two I got tha taste for blood
Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop bombs
More militant minded then y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes
Clutching tha stick beam, s**in' tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen
You ain't a gangsta 'em, this is gangsta sh**
And 50 you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta b**h
Pac' would have never did no song with no wa*ksta snitch
He confusin' y'all he ain't tha sh**
We s**, money and murda you n***as
Ain't no playin' around with this rap sh**
Banana clip, mack's spit bodies wrapped in plastic
This tha city where tha skinny n***as die no
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny n***as ride n***a
Plat, Hussein tha don
Believe we got this sh** poppin' in this muthaf**a
Rule it's good
And we into tha muthaf**in' club you punk n***as walkin' out
Brick city, Rule, Rap-alot-mafia, Murda
Yound D', Merc, Exsaless
These n***as ain't ready for this gangsta sh** right here
We been doing this sh** for a long time
Y'all n***as got the streets confused n***a
We been on this gangsta thug sh**
b**h a** n***as you know what it is
Every time we touch tha muthaf**in' booth n***a
It's gonna be fire, fire on you n***as' a**es
n***as better gracefully bow tha f** out n***a
Hussein Fatal n***a, Rap-alot-mafia, n***a
M.I.B. n***a, Murder Inc bosses
Rule we here baby, Brick City Jerseys
Yeah, Shadow let's get it